Today I spent brunch with O’s biological father. We walked down memory lane in photos. Our daughter couldn’t identify her father in the pictures. Perhaps it’s because he is no longer identifying as a male, legally or personally. O has never seen her “father” in her lifetime.

“The mother memories that are closest to my heart are the small gentle ones that I have carried over from the days of my childhood. They are not profound, but they have stayed with me through life, and when I am very old, they will still be near . . . Memories of mother drying […]

by Nicole Marissa Have you ever met someone that you just clicked with? Your humor is complementary, you have a similar background and you make great friends. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to move into a relationship that’s romantic.